The Lost Dragon Slayer

Deeper Meaning

Hello!!!!! New chapter for my followers/commenters/readers/VOTERS!!!! I'm going to do weekly updates from now on. Every Tuesday. Please if you would vote I would really appreciate it. (In other words, it will persuade me to update more often)

I hope you like it!!!! *grabs Natsu and runs off* Oh, don't mind me.....Natsu owes me a favor. So don't worry about him. *Laughs evilly* THIS IS FOR TAKING MY WAFFLES!!!!!

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Feeling my blankets being pulled back I growled. "We're not going to have a repeat of yesterday, so forget it." Then I felt him start to shake me.

"Common Jenna, get up already!" Natsu said yanking me out of my dream state. Instantly I punched him in the face, making him fall off the bed. "Leave me alone."

I flipped over and snuggled deeper into the bed clutching the old book to my chest. I'll be damned if he actually thinks I would leave this comfy bed........and this book.....

My arms tighten their hold on the book at the thought of losing it. For a quick moment I felt a strange sense of control, but before I could actually process the feeling, I felt a very strong and unstable magic surge through me. Light exploded behind my eyes, a high pitch ringing reached my ears, and I felt raw power traveling within me. It sped by as if it were in my bloodstream, my nerves, and deep within my bones. There was a sudden pain in my head making my hands grab and yank on my hair trying to divert the pain.

Immediately following, the same magic dove into my memory pulling and pushing through trying to show me an important spell. A perticular spell that I had forgotten because of a certain time and space magic. Information which will now will greatly aid my understandings of the flashback spell. So this is also a type of Lost magic, but instead of it being Dimensional it falls under a Memory sub-type. Although it can be intertwined and/or combined with the Dimensional sub-type. That is the beauty of the Lost magic, because while most study the rare unsion raid, only certain types of magicial elements are compatible which each other. Lost magic on the other hand enables the user to fuse and use other magic, no matter the element or type. Unfortunately, there is a drawback, for in nature everything is balanced out creating both the good and bad, which is why there are so many different types of magic. So it can balance out the scale of power.

The point is while Lost magic users can use multiple types of magic, it is much harder to learn for Lost magic mages and the magic they learn will never be as strong or as powerful as the Lost magic because it is dominate over the other types. Which is why Lost magic is, well, lost. Besides the fact that it is extremely hard to learn, basic spells can kill if not done right. For example the Flashback spell, If done successfully it lets the user lock up and forget certain memories and or moments until a later point to time when the user is able to withstand the memory. They will remember in flashes when they are in a close range of an item or person that holds a strong emotion toward the user, but if the spell is incomplete or fails the user's existence will vanish and will cease to exist.

The strongest fusion is when two different lost magic types fuse, it creates incredible, but unknown results. If the lost mirror spell and lost flashback spell combined it would create unpredictable results so it is best to take caution when fusing spells.

My mind had barely scratched the surface of lost magic and it overwhelmed me, so how the heck I'm I going to do this. A few seconds pasted before I felt the pain bounce back ten times worse.

"No! It hurts!"

I felt my mind overload because there was so much to take in. Too much.

"S-Stop. Please!" The colors in my vision seemed to get brighter and brighter until it became a dark black mist and my mind soared as I was whisked away to another memory. Once I could see I felt my heart start to crack. I was in the meadow again with Saphira and myself. This time the younger me looked about the age of eight.

Saphira was standing on all fours watching me train. She looked mystifying, her scales shining in the sunlight, her composer made her look regal and strong, and she observed my training with a careful eye. "You must never let your emotions control you." The younger me paused and looked at the dragon puzzled. "What do you mean?" Saphira sighed and looked at her cautiously. "Tell me, Jenna, why do you want to learn to fight?" The dragon asked bluntly.

"To be able to defend myself-" she started but Saphira cut her off. "Do not lie to me!!! I can tell you are!!! You will tell me now, honestly, why you want to learn." My younger self looked away ashamed and a little afraid. "I....because I........I want.......I want to kill it. I want to kill the monster that killed my friends and family!" She screamed. Saphira's eyes widened as she heard my confession. Then she rose a claw and slammed my younger self against a tree.

"How dare you!? To use dragon slayer magic for revenge?! Jenna, I taught you better than that!" Saphira growled at my younger self. I could only watch as my younger self started to cry. The dragon let go of her and backed away, leaving me to think about what I just said. I'm not a murderer...but it killed my parents.....but using dragon slayer magic for revenge......it was just wrong.....

Both me and my other self slumped against the tree. I watched the tears roll down her face and I listened to her whimpers and sobs. It was painful to have this memory, but to have to watch it happen again, right before my very eyes, it nearly killed me. My younger self held her hand out and whispered. "R-requip." A second later a book appeared in her hand. I gasped as I saw the cover. It was the book I had found back at the guild. She pulled the book close to her and spoke very softly. "Oh, Mommy, I miss you. Why, why, did you have to die...." Saphira glanced back and saw the book I was holding. She blinked in recognition and her hard expression softened into a pitiful one. "Jenna, where did you get that?" My younger self jumped surprised that Saphira was speaking to her.

"I.....I got it from my mother." Saphira started to pace around deep in thought. "......When? When did she give it to you?" Frowning, my younger self took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. "The day she.....that she......died," She paused starting to cry again. "She died....before she gave it to me. It was going to be my birthday present when I turned eight. Now it's the only thing I have left. Everything I had cared for burned away. While everyone I knew and loved died, because I ran away. My family, my friends, my home, it's all gone. This book is the only thing I have left. I grabbed it when I ran into the forest. It meant so much to me then and now it's all I have left. It holds my sanity, my hope, my will and my happiness. If someone were to take this, it would be like losing my sanity, my hope, my will and my happiness. That........That is why I want to fight. I want to fight so nobody has to suffer like I did. Nobody deserves pain like this. That is why you need to teach me dragon slayer magic. So I can save and protect the innocent people who are in harms way. That is why I want to learn."

Saphira smiled knowingly. My younger self was no longer crying, she was standing tall and proud with a fierce determination in her bright green eyes. She held the book in one hand and a golden glowing orb in the other, and with her long hair swaying lightly in the wind shining a brilliant light brown color, it created the illusion of a halo, making her look like exactly like an angel going to fight the impossible. No longer did I see the broken and crying child instead I saw a strong warrior ready for anything. Is that really me? Saphira's eyes fluttered closed and she nodded approvingly. "Then I would be more than happy to continue teaching you lost dragon slayers magic."

Smiling I felt the memory start to slip away, but before I could leave the ground beneath me shook and a crevice opened, pitching me into the darkness. That was when things turned bad.

Really bad.